The smell of gasoline filled Tsuna's nose and his eyes began watering at the tang. He finished pouring the last bottle of it in the experimentation room where Lambo had been held and then paused to admire his handwork. The corpses from his attack were piled high in the middle of the room and he had made sure that the boss was on the bottom.
Tsuna bent over to rest his hand on the small pool of gasoline. With only a slight amount of effort, he let his flame come billowing out of his glove and set the chain reaction in motion. Soon, the underground lab was alight with his orange flame. He knew that it would be the safest way to destroy the building. Water or suffocation wouldn't be enough to put out the flames and he knew that the Families would understand its significance. It silently told them that if they stepped out of line as badly as this stupid Family had, then Tsuna would be forced to respond personally…and in the underground, that was considered to be equal to the death sentence.
Slowly, Tsuna began ambling towards the exit, his own flame dancing around his feet without burning him. The orange fire licked up his arms and face. The inferno reflected in his eyes gave him the appearance of the devil incarnate. A sick smile spread over his face as he reached the crimson walls of the warehouse. Justice, no matter how brutal, had been served.
Oh my! I'm still alive! Shocker! So this story/drabble thingy will probably be on semi-hiatus for a while. This prompt is actually a tiiiiiiiny piece of a larger (better) story I'm currently writing (much larger) and I'm planning to focus mainly on that for a while. Sorry for the delaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayed update, but so much to write, so little time...